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  She didn’t know who to call out for so she simply exclaimed, “Aah! What are you doing to me!”

  It was Ryan who lifted his head from her breast to say, “You want us to stop?”

  She paused, blinking hard behind her blindfold, and then blurted out, “NO! Are you crazy?!”

  She was shocked when the crop smacked hard into the flesh of her upper thighs, just beneath her ass. She stiffened as hot, searing pain spread around the surrounding flesh like a sonic boom.

  “Then don’t interrupt us again,” Jason said in her ear, his body pressing up behind her for a second. She shivered at the raspy command in his voice. “All we want to hear are your moans and cries of pleasure – and yes, agony if you will. Or the safe word if it comes to that. But don’t question us again. Nod if you understand, little one.”

  She nodded quickly, biting on her lip as she felt her body tingle at the sound of Jason’s rugged tone. Ooo-kay. Her lover was in dominant mode. Somewhere within her folds, her pussy juiced up the more and mixed with the drops from the ice.

  “Try and remember not to push Jason, darling pet,” Ryan told her, his lips pressing lightly on hers for a sweet, warm moment. “He’s been dreaming of seeing your bottom grow pink and purple from his attentions. He’s been hungry to spank that ass for a long time.”

  “There are a lot of things I’d like to do to that ass than just spank it,” Jason murmured, and Bea whimpered, her mind filled with all kinds of thoughts and possibilities – all of them dark and hot.

  Her knees were now trembling beneath her. How long could those legs of hers manage to keep her standing? To her embarrassment, she could feel the wetness now trickling down her thighs. She heard Ryan chuckle at Jason’s words and then he moved away from her lips, and she almost moaned in protest. She got the vibe they were setting on – something like bad Dom, good Dom. Ryan was the gentle one, teasing her with soft and tingly sensations, while Jason was the one breaking out the crop and then the paddle and making her scream in pleasure pain as he spanked her ass hard with them. He made the soft, firm globes burn till she felt like they were twice their size. Again and again he brought a paddle this time to her bottom and made her count six strokes. Each time, she felt like she would be screaming out the safe word instead of the spank count. But no, she ended up never using the safe word. Not at any time during that long, tantalizingly anguishing night…

  The impact upon her ass went from stingy to thuddy and then to something in between. She recognized it the moment she felt it whip upon her skin. A flogger! She could feel the tresses massage over her skin as Jason first started to play it over her body; over her breasts, belly, front thighs and then her spine, ass and lower back thighs and calves. Oh wow. So, so kinky to feel those long, suede strands stroking over her skin. Since she was blindfolded, she could allow her mind to wander back to when they’d been at the BDSM club and she’d seen the girl get whacked endlessly by the cat-o’-nine-tails. Well of course, it had looked like far more than nine tails – how about twenty or so – and this one was no different. She crinkled her forehead and as it lashed softly over her, she told herself she could feel some metal studs at the tips when they landed. Hmm, sensuous.

  Just when she was getting into the flow with Jason now behind her running the flogger softly over her throbbing ass, Ryan returned to her. She felt his presence in front of her and stretched her body forward instinctively.

  “That’s a good girl. Just what I wanted,” he said deeply, and she felt a smile of pleasure break over her lips. Only for the smile to widen into a howl as she felt something metal clamp over her thrust out nipple.

  “Fucking hell!” she shrieked.

  “Language, little girl,” she heard Jason say, his tongue clicking in reprimand. “I think you need to be punished for that.” The flogger landed with medium force on her ass. She gasped and jerked forward, unable to stop herself. And that was when another clamp closed over her other nipple. It took all her will power not to cuss out loud again. But she did groan very deeply, the sound vibrating through her whole body. She was now beginning to understand the intensity behind not being able to see and so being incapable of knowing what was going to happen next.

  The sensations of pain were knifing through her right along with a strange twist of pleasure. What was wrong with her? How come she was enjoying this? And what the hell did she have attached to her nipples that burned so bad?

  “Nipple clamps, my sweet doll,” Ryan explained, correctly reading her confused expression. Straining hard, Bea could hear the sound of a small chain and realized it was coming from the things on her breasts. The clamps had to be connected to each other by some kind of chain. She shuddered at the aching pangs coming from her sensitive nubs. She wanted them off, and then she didn’t. Second by second she wasn’t sure if she was going to orgasm or faint from the discomfort. The mixture of emotions was making her pussy start to vibrate with maddening arousal.

  “I’m going to twist them a little tighter, darling, so just tell me if it’s OK or if you want them off totally, which means you can use that safe word. Ready?”

  No. “Yes,” she breathed. She wanted this. Whatever it was. Heck, she’d never felt so alive, so freaking turned on. Bring on the pain, she thought to herself.

  And they did. Just as Ryan screwed the clamps tighter, Jason whomped her with the suede flogger. She cried out again and again, just remembering to tell Ryan that the tightness was just right. No more, please. She could barely stand as it was.

  “I’m so proud of you,” Ryan said, kissing her lips. “We need you to be strong for us, darling. And you’re proving that by the minute. You deserve a little reward, I think.”

  Yes, please and please yes! Bea felt his fingers, ever skilful, stroke on her pussy. Her legs were kicked wider apart, revealing more of her lips that felt like they hung longer and thicker. They were so slick his fingers slipped and slid all over the swollen mound. “Oh, oh wow,” she sighed, and moaned, and cried out when Jason flogged her on her lower back, managing somehow to unkink the kinks there, decompressing the muscles and lengthening her spine with each impact the flogger made. Double wow. It all felt like heaven. Yes, even the nipple clamps sent the pleasure-pain zinging sweetly through her system. Tumbling within the shadowy world beneath her eye mask, Bea felt ready to explode into fragments. Ryan thumbed her clit and she felt much too close to the edge to hold back for much longer.

  “I’m going to come,” she sobbed out suddenly, shocking herself. Behind her blindfold, her open eyes saw stars in the distance. “Please…I need to come.”

  “I don’t know; Jason…has she been good?” Ryan was heard to ask his younger brother lightly even as Ryan’s fingers pushed two at a time into her sodden walls. Her mouth opened in a wide, soundless “O” of ecstasy.

  She waited, panting, for Jason to speak. He planted one last series of whippings upon her clenching buttocks, and she moaned helplessly. One, two, three, four…and then he was flinging the flogger aside. She heard it fall and then Jason’s warm, large hands were stroking soothingly over her burning bottom. “She’s taken her punishment very well, so yes…she has been good. She deserves her reward, I think,” Jason said softly, and she felt his fingers trail over her lips, before he stuck his thumb in her mouth. “Suck it, little one.”

  Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his thumb and suckled it, coating it with moisture from her tongue. Harder and harder she sucked as she felt Ryan delve deeper into her pussy, shafting her with two fingers. Her legs shook so much that Jason had to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up. She tightened her fingers around the chain holding up her cuffs, and keened with pleasure.

  Jason’s thumb suddenly popped from her mouth. “Oh yes, yes!” she then cried, as Ryan’s fingers flew faster in and out of her juicy cunt. Behind her, she felt Jason’s hands spread her ass, and suddenly his wet thumb was pushing against her anal ring. Fuck. The pressure was hot and alien, burning slightly. She measured the sensation
and found that she liked it. Oh, so much. He pushed in to the knuckle, his lips trailing softly over her nape and shoulder blades. “Soon, little one, you’re going us give us your pretty little ass,” Jason told her huskily. “You’re going to hold nothing back from us…remember that.”

  Shit! She thought, wondering if that was a threat or a promise. Give them her ass? Like, let them fuck her in the bottom? Why did that thought suddenly make her buck and then convulse in time with Ryan’s thumb now circling her clit? Jason’s words sent her spiraling over the edge. The feel of Jason’s thumb plumbing her anus and Ryan’s thumb stroking her clit in time to his two middle fingers fucking her pussy…she was lost. Wild. Dazed by bliss. Suddenly, Ryan ramped it all up by tugging hard on the chain of the nipple clamp, making her scream with carnal abandon.

  It was her most intense climax ever.

  Chapter Seven

  We’re going to fuck you. Like this. While you stand helpless and shaken, your arms shackled to the ceiling. Would you like that?

  Behind the blackness of her mask, Bea’s mind whirled as Ryan’s voice suddenly sounded clearly in her ears, husky with lust. What was he asking? Whether she’d like her body to be used like she was some helpless sex doll?

  Well…It did seem to have a certain appeal. Indeed, a belly cramping, pussy-drenching and breast-tightening appeal. Yes. Please.

  Behind her, she could feel Jason press his body into hers. He was naked, his skin as warm and silky as Ryan’s who was also undressed and right in front of her. She could sense their passionate heat; it felt like they were ready to rip into her. The edge of her last orgasm faded and she was back to being horny as a she-wolf. But then when Jason’s cock slid in between her ass cheeks, she stiffened. Was he going to “take her ass” now? A part of her shuddered with alarm but the other part…damn, wanted it so bad.

  But no, he didn’t try to penetrate her anus, just slid his shaft over her now gently burning globes, sometimes spanking her with his cockhead. Hmm, he really did like to spank, she noted with inner delight.

  When Ryan chose that moment to unscrew the nipple clamps, it felt like being shot through with electricity. She gasped at the fantastically agonizing sensation that had been worse than when the clamps were on. But the pain lasted only a minute and soon, she felt Ryan’s tongue flick soothingly over one nipple and then the other. Soon she heard the crackle of a condom packet being torn open, and knew it was time.

  She started to whimper when Ryan suddenly lifted one of her legs, hooking her knee over his elbow. His crown, thick and slippery with lube, nudged at her slit. She cried out his name in sweet agony. Her one leg could hardly hold her up so she was happy to have their free arms around her. Her pussy was now easily accessible to his springing cock, which he speared her with immediately.

  Not being able to see, she could only feel. And boy, she felt it all.

  Ryan, fucking her with that massive cock of his; taking her like there was no tomorrow. Her heels gave her the perfect height so that with just a bend of his knees, he could shove his dick up her snatch again and again. For every moment he was inside her, she had a hundred mini-orgasms. The force of his thrusts, the fact that she was held up by chains and cuffs, turned it all into something dark, twisted and amazing.

  She gasped and moaned and shook with every thrust, feeling him speed up as he neared his completion. He lifted her thigh up even higher till her ankle was almost on his shoulder. This gave him the perfect angle to slam right against her G-spot. And when he settled every inch of his pole into her sizzling cunt and started banging, she had no choice. She came hard, just as he was straining into her as he exploded within her walls.

  By the time he pulled out of her, Jason was waiting. She felt him tug her still shuddering body backwards into his solid frame. She felt no more than a ragdoll the way first Ryan, and now Jason, laid claim to her body. Jason grabbed hold of her hips so hard she felt the imprint of his fingers on her flesh. He too, had lubed up so that it would be easier to penetrate her with his monster cock while in this position.

  I guess I should be glad for those mercies, thought the dazed Bea as she gasped in shock when Jason poked past her ass cheeks and slid into her waiting pussy. Oh. Fuck. From the back it felt like she was being staked with an eight inch steel pipe. She lost all use of her legs and let his hands on her hips hold her up on his thighs as he slammed into her for the next thrust. And the next, and…

  *

  His groin bumped into her ass, slapping into her still aching ass flesh. Wild with passion, she felt her battered inner walls bloom around his rampaging cock. His pace was punishing, leaving her no chance to fight back as her third orgasm of the night roiled and billowed to the surface. Her pussy felt so, so full, and tight, and tender. He was all hard and thick and masterful. He took her and took her till she went cascading down the waterfall of bliss. As he pumped his last into her, she felt Ryan come close, holding her face in his hands as he kissed her through her explosive release. She welcomed the comfort of Ryan’s tender lips as Jason clutched her tight, his throbbing cock buried deep in her tunnel. Bea moaned, going limp as the darkness behind the eye mask became absolute, sending her into unconscious dreams.

  Bea’s Submission: The Escort Book 3

  Chapter One

  The blindfold was removed, and Bea was gently freed from the cuffs.

  Instantly, she fell into waiting arms. Her body still had slight tremors as she felt herself being borne up from the dungeon.

  You’re okay, baby, we’ve got you. Was that Ryan or Jason? She felt like she was waking from a dream. Had all that just happened to her? Bea nuzzled her face into the warm, corded neck, her lips parting unconsciously over the tanned, smooth skin. Other than that, she couldn’t even lift her eyelids not to talk of moving a finger. She was limp as a rag doll as those strong, tender arms carried her up a long flight of stairs. Bea was barely conscious of her surroundings, a weakness like she’d never known taking over her body.

  Someone held open a bedroom door and she was carried inside and placed upon the softest sheets she’d ever had the pleasure of resting on.

  She made a satisfied, humming sound, her many sweet aches and pains soon forgotten. Sleep now, they said, kissing her cheek. Bea didn’t quite let herself sink into the welcoming cache of dreams till she felt their two solid frames take the spaces on either side of her. When they wrapped their arms around her, and once she could turn her face and find a welcome chest waiting to be snuggled in, only then could Bea sigh deeply with contentment and drift into an exhausted sleep.

  Bea awoke many hours later to find herself alone beneath the covers. She started up at once, her eyes running around the beautifully decorated bedroom. It was easily twice the size of her whole flat. Whoa. Even the bed felt like she was swimming in it. She found her gaze drawn to the picture windows that led out to a balcony. The open blinds moved softly from the morning breeze, and there was the sound of birdsong in the air.

  Drawing in a deep breath, she let herself get lost in the calming ambience of the gorgeous room, and the equally gorgeous morning. But then her eyes snapped open as she suddenly came to grips with where she was. And what she’d done.

  Scenes from the session in the dungeon last night flashed straight through her mind. She had a distinct remembrance of climaxing at least three times by the time the play had ended. She’d come when they’d touched and teased her after their games of punishment and pleasure. She’d also come when Ryan had fucked her, taking her powerfully with one of her ankles perched precariously over his shoulder. And then she’d also come when Jason had pounded into her pussy from the back, holding her hips against him with her feet hardly touching the floor as he’d jolted her with each rough thrust.

  Goodness gracious, she thought, falling back into the massive pillows as if shot. No wonder she’d virtually passed out and had to be carried up to bed. She remembered that much, as well. All that bondage and discipline – not to forget the hot, double portioned fucking –
had practically worn her out. But now, in the bright light of day, she felt refreshed, and so alive. More than she’d felt in a long time. A slow smile of delight crossed her lips and she stretched languidly like a cat.

  Now that was a night to remember, she thought with a lazy grin. Which faded when she suddenly realized she had to leave.

  Shit shit shit! Thought Bea as she straightened from the pillows and made to fling the covers off and get out of bed. But then the door suddenly opened and it was Jason, walking into the room carrying a breakfast-laden tray.

  “What are you doing?” he asked lightly, placing the tray on a side table and then turning to face her with a dark eyebrow lifted. Perching just off the edge, Bea found herself freezing, only just remembering to pull the covers over her naked body.

  “I’m getting out of bed,” she said, trying not to sound smart about it. “I…I have to go.”

  “No you don’t. You’re staying – for the weekend at least. I made you breakfast.”

  Bea glanced at the food, which looked and smelled delicious. She unconsciously licked her lips, but then regarded Jason’s no-nonsense face. He looked so handsome, dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the buttons open at the throat. She recalled the strong arms bearing her up the stairs and laying her gently across the covers. She also recalled the riding crop, the paddle – and the flogger, each impacting her bottom with a delicious force wielded by the same beautiful hunk standing so calmly before her. Bea blushed furiously.

  “Thank you, Jason. But…I really have to leave.”

  “If you’re thinking about the escort agency, then forget them. As Ryan and I said, you don’t have to work for them anymore. We don’t want you to work for them anymore. As of yesterday, you quit.”